All Chapters of Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Chapter 191 - Chapter 197

The October night was cold, the blood-red moon hanging low over the rural fields, casting an eerie glow across the endless rows of cornstalks. I adjusted the camera strap on my shoulder, my tight flannel shirt clinging to my chest, jeans hugging my thighs as I trudged toward the abandoned barn. I’d been hired to photograph it for some local ghost-hunting blog, lured by the promise of quick cash and the thrill of a supposedly cursed location. Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay.My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I hea

The hayloft was a haze of heat and moonlight, the barn’s creaking walls and the distant howl of the wind outside blending with our ragged breaths. My body trembled, oversensitive from my orgasm, but Kael didn’t slow. His massive cock pounded into me, each thrust dragging against my prostate, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me. The knot at the base, swollen and thick, pressed harder against my hole with every thrust, teasing the stretch that would push me to my limits. His cock was hot, pulsing, and so fucking big, filling me completely, the ridges catching my walls in a way that made my toes curl, my ass gripping him like it never wanted to let go.Kael’s amber eyes glowed, slit pupils wide with hunger as he loomed over me, his furred chest heaving, black fur slick with sweat. His claws dug into my hips, pinning me to the hay, the prickly strands scratching my back through the torn flannel. “Look at you,” he growled, his tongue lapping at my nipple again, the wet fabric cli

My moan still echoed off the cedar walls when Noah’s finger slid deeper inside me. The sauna’s heat was a pulse, matching the throb between my legs. I was soaked, my pussy clenching around him, greedy for more.His thumb circled my clit, slow and teasing, sending sparks through my core. I spread my legs wider, the towel long gone, my body bared on the bench. Sweat dripped down my stomach, mixing with my own wetness.“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice rough, vibrating against my ear. His free hand gripped my thigh, pinning me open. I arched my hips, chasing his touch, shameless.The oil on his fingers made every stroke slick, obscene. My breath came in sharp gasps, the air thick with cedar and my arousal. I couldn’t think, didn’t want to—just wanted him to keep going.He added a second finger, stretching me, and I hissed, the pressure sharp and delicious. My head tipped back, eyes half-closed, catching his face in the amber light. His jaw was tight, eyes dark with hunger.

I eased Jake’s bedroom door shut behind me at half past midnight. The latch clicked like a heartbeat in the silent house. Mom was three states away on business, and Mark, my stepfather, was supposed to be dead asleep. My tank clung to my chest, and my panties were damp from Jake fingering me earlier. He lay on the bed, sheet kicked to his waist, cock pressing through the fabric, and my mouth went dry at the sight.The second I crawled over him, I felt him throb against my slick. He yanked my tank down, and my tits spilled free. His mouth found a nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. “Quiet, baby,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with want. I ground against him, hips instinctively rolling against his cock, and my clit pulsing. Reaching down, I freed him, and he sprang out hot, red at the tip and rigid. One slick drop later, I was sinking onto him, my walls gripping every inch. “Fuck… you’re so deep,” I breathed, riding slow at first, savoring the stretch.Jake’s hands